The Devil I Don't Know [Invite]

[Lilith]

After a long annoying couple of hours going back and forth with various idiots online. Lilith had decided to take a break from the Venomous Viral Warfare people were spewing in her direction. She enjoyed it yes, but it becomes taxing when the three people biting at you basically say the same thing over and over. Not to mention, after doing some training.. Lilith had a bit of something she needed to take care of. And she needed to do it alone. Thankfully, it seemed for whatever reason, Katja was not in the suite currently. No idea where Doc was. Not that she really cared mind you. She did indeed have business to attend to. There was someone within XWA, that was getting as much seemingly negative press as she herself was. This was not uncommon in any company she'd been in before.

What DID make this particular case different than any before..
Was the man who was at the center of this P.R. bomb..

Wasn't making his voice heard publicly.

Whatever 'he' was doing. Whoever 'he' had contacted, and whatever 'his' plans might be. It was all being done behind closed doors. But as such a magnitude, that it effected the entirety of the shell outside of it. Lilith knew what that was like. But she hadn't done it in years, and hadn't SEEN IT DONE by someone aside from herself in...

Ever.


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The Penthouse Executive Club - V.I.P Lounge
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After her previous Engagement in the club. Lilith had grown a fondness for the place. She sits in the plush jet black seats aligned along the wall of the V.I.P lounge. Darkened sunglasses shielding her eyes from some of the annoying neon colored lights shining in from the main club's floor. Her body wrapped tightly in Leather & Lace. Her top consisting of polymer blends of Lace and Vinyl. Her lower body covered in jet black leather strapped pants. Belts of metal and chains hang from various loops and trinkets adorned into the sides. Her new found and oh so adored Black Cup Rocks she'd bought the day she had last been in this club. Oh she did so love them. She sits, cross legged. Her left thigh up over her right knee. Her arms stretched out over the back of the seat's rest. She had only been able to find a number. No card. No vital information aside from what was publicly known. Katja had not been lying. Trying to find out more about 'him' was practically impossible. She knew what it took to get such high level security as well...

And that concerned her.

The fact that 'he' was able to access that, and in such a solidified manner bothered Lilith a great deal. Some of the only times she had such security in her natural life were under the protective wingspan of Bloodworks Inc. And of course her 'father' Alexander. But without the Amesley connection currently in tact, without her company which had been bought and sold and ended up in God knows who hands at the moment... Without those things. Lilith's own level of security was somewhat lacking in terms of a comparison. Katja had managed to get into her files thanks to the codes Iggy left her..

But she couldn't break 'his'?

Lilith scowls in anger as a waiter makes his way up to her with a smile upon his face.

Welcome back Miss Lilith. We're glad you chose to pay us another visit. I assume everything went well at the door this time?

Yes. Having the access to the V.I.P pass made things much easier, thank you.

No problem. May I get you something today?

Not yet... I'm currently waiting for someone. I'm not entirely sure if he's on the V.I.P roll-call... but something tells me he more than likely is.

I can check the clientele if you'd like Miss?

No. I did not contact him directly. I got a bit of a run around with various associates and the like. But something tells me he will show up sooner or later.

Very well Miss. When your associate arrives, you let me know and I'll take up your orders.

Indeed.

Lilith forces off the fake smile she'd put on and sighs somewhat to herself in annoyance. You know. It took a very unique kind of individual to make Lilith, wait. Lilith was not the most patient person in the known Universe. Unless of course it involved hunting very very pretty and beautiful pray. However, she was enjoying being away from her laptop. She was sure by now one of the 'Three Stooges' had left something else in a rebuttal. But thankfully.. without Katja around at the moment to constantly nag her about it?
Lilith didn't have to care.
She simply waits, humming to herself softly under the loud but diluted sounds coming from the main floors away from the V.I.P lounge. Her fingernails tapping themselves slowly against her seat.

... 'T-e-r-r-a'.

[Tyson Terra]

The wheels were turning. The machine was churning along now, and everything was going according to plan and all on schedule. Tyson was meanwhile doing as he had always did, planning. Plotting. He made his namesake on being a man who used every resource he could to get "the job" done...and the resources at his disposal were now coming into play.

As Tyson entered the club, he was just finishing a conversation with one of his newest associates.

Glad to see that you're on board. I'll be speaking to all of you directly...very soon.

Now, as for himself? People were talking. People were wondering. Tyson wasn't doing either. He knew already what he was doing and what he was going to do. All it was now was a matter of waiting...once again...for the time to be right to strike again. As he puts his phone into a pocket, he's approached by one of the employees.

"Mr. Terra? There's someone in the VIP lounge who wished to speak to you."

Is that so?

Tyson wasn't the type that usually "approached". Normally, he's the one who's doing the approaching, so give that information, he was most intrigued by who could possibly be. So he walks in to to find that it was someone who had been garnering a certain amount of attention herself.

Isn't this a surprise? Lilith Creighton. So you're the one who's requested my presence so to speak? This is a small world...isn't it?

[Lilith]

Indeed.

You are a difficult man to get a hold of 'Terra'. Or should I be calling you 'He' and 'Him'. It is... nothing short of amazing, how much attention and notoriety you are gaining without so much as showing your face or picking up a microphone. It is... impressive.

Somewhat concerning.. but impressive nonetheless.

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Lilith motions with her left hand cautiously for Terra to join her. When she saw Kayn's little interview. He struck her as a non-threat. Not someone who couldn't fight. But someone who didn't seek it out. Not a hunter nor predator, more of...

A survivor.

But Terra? Terra wreaked of the same kind of 'Blood' Lilith herself did. But with a... different 'hue'. Lilith? Was a Predator. Stalking, waiting, advancing. People like Seven? Were Hunters. Shoot to kill, aim for the jugular in one go. Very little wait involved. But people like Terra?..

Were Trappers.

... I have no trouble with you garnering a bulk of the negative flow going about in XWA Mister Terra. In fact, it is saving me some energy in not needing to be the sole source of antagonism. Well.. aside from yourself, of course...

... And Smith.

I must admit, I had never met you before today. But I am already a fan of your 'work'. Whatever it is you are doing, you are doing it well. And it is causing people to be on edge, off key and entirely out and out insane. I'm enjoying the disarray.

Lilith smiles softly before the promised waiter indeed does make his way back towards her location. Lilith breathes in slowly, stifling the rage of being cut off by a middle to low class citizen. She slowly runs her fingers through her hair and lets out a forced, but contentful sigh.

What would you two be having today?

I will have...
Whatever Mister Terra, has.

Lilith quickly yanks her glance away from the waiter. The mere presence of him in this situation at this time was annoying. It was like dealing with idiots onli- ... Oh wait. Lilith laughs under her breath before slowly taking off her sunglasses. She clips them into the hem of her Blouse before slowly repositioning her legs. Sweeping her right thigh up over her left knee while staring at Terra. Trappers. Trappers were dangerous people. Predators and Hunters were lethal yes, no doubt. But Trappers? Trappers had a more... unique way of dealing with situations.

They let others do it for them.

Lilith by no means thought Terra was someone who 'hid' behind others. It takes a certain level of intelligence and... authority, to manipulate people like puppets from behind the curtain. She herself hadn't done it in years. She had gotten to caught up in the fun of her Predatory life-style. It fit her. For now. But Terra was clearly yanking at peoples' strings. Lilith had to make sure, her own were not added to that list. She breathes in slowly, exhaling long and softly from behind slightly crimson painted lips.

Well, Mister Terra... what will we be having today hmm?[/center][/font]

[Tyson Terra]

Tyson removed his sunglasses as well as the waiter's attention now turned to him to order. He didn't know whether or not she could handle "his" drink, but I supposed he'd find out soon enough.

Whiskey. Straight. No Junk In It. I'd suppose you better put some ice in the lady's.



He smirked slyly as the waiter then took his leave, and Terra's focus was now back Lilith. She was quite the picture of seductive sophistication. The type of woman your mother warns you about but you chase after anyway, like a fly to a spider's web.

The fact that she had not known of him however was perfect. There were quite a few who only knew face value of Tyson Terra. Nobody knew the truth. They only knew what they saw, but Terra was a man who more than anyone understood that you never take anything by just what you see. He was in fact aware of the woman's rather destructive...and corrupt reputation, right down to certain details regarding her past...affiliations. But he figured it might not be too prudent to delve into things that are forgone memories, at least...not unless necessary.

Now, Ms. Creighton...I assure you that there's no disarray to be had. There is an order to my chaos. In fact I'm finding the "press" behind my most recent actions to be quite interesting.

Speculations, rumors, assumptions...it's all playing itself into one fine symphony, I must say. I can only imagine what people are going to think when the cat is really out of the bag.

[Lilith]

Yes. You do seem to be stirring up quite a frenzy.

Lilith slowly runs her fingers up along the ridge of her forehead. Whiskey? Interesting. What someone drinks could be a very good indication of the kind of person they are. She takes in a deep breath before smiling at Terra.

My assistant found it nigh impossible to dig up anything on you, period. I found that quite irritating. Usually.. regardless of the situation I am in, I'm able to poke and prod. Slither and skulk around my fair share of private Intel. But it seems this time without the wings of my family's privilege. I am...

Unable.

That, is interesting. Very.. interesting, Mister Terra. I am not interested in you because of the myths around you that has been created by people wondering and guessing. And I am certainly not interested in you because whatever it is you are doing has the potential to 'break the walls down' between the company and your own agenda. I, unlike... the majority of the roster to my knowledge;

Do not care what happens to this company.

I am not here because I 'want to be the franchise' or wish to 'show the World how great I am'. I did not come for the pretty picture of 'success' or the ever fleeting grasp of 'glory' among the supposed 'fans'. So if whatever it is you are orchestrating has the potential to dissolve this... small, little realm of the industry. Be my guest. No no Mister Terra..

I am -interested- in you, because you have the ability to avoid my radar. It has been... quite some time, since someone slipped through my little 'net' of information brokerage. But you have done it with little if any effort at all. And THAT... interests me.

Lilith smiles brightly. The Unknown. Humanity as a whole despised the unknown. They feared the unknown. Tried to control the unknown. But as someone who herself was trying in one way or another to become a 'God' of a kind if you will, Lilith was very aware that there were somethings humans were simply not meant to know. She loves violence, revels in it. But can you imagine the 'progress' of the World if humans had never discovered the existence and knowledge of gun powder? From a hippie peace loving point of view? The Planet would be much 'better'.

Not from LILITH'S point of view, God no. But you know, hippies claim they're humans too so. Yeah.

But most important to Lilith, was the obviousness of the situation. If she was unable to gain entry into the private life and dealings of Terra. Than he himself had knowledge, Lilith didn't.
This, was a primary source of... interest.

Humans. Are not meant to know everything there is. But Lilith, up until two years ago was not fully 'human'. And did not consider or classify herself as such now either. If one is trying to become a 'God'. One must know all there is to learn yes? More specifically...

About potential 'Targets'.

.. More to the point, Mister Terra. As my own Information Broker has sadly failed me in the last two instances I called upon her. I believe you yourself may have information regarding a couple of people that are of VITAL importance to me.

.....

Now am I too presumptuous to believe you already KNOW the names that shall slip from my mouth... or have you already done homework on the subject of 'Lilith Creighton'?

[Tyson Terra]

Ms. Creighton, not only am I a wealth of information...I'm an agent of it. If you knew how long I've actually been "gathering intel", that would sound like a trick question.

Nothing was unattainable. It was just a matter of where you look for it, or how well it was hidden. There was much that people think about themselves that they believe is hidden, when in fact, in this age of information, all it takes is the right keycodes and passwords, and everything about them is an open book.

Let's just say that I know...all that I need to. And possibly some I don't, but your past "associates" and "family" should have done a better job of closing their books.

Ask your questions, Ms. Creighton. Don't worry if I have the answers or not, because if I don't now...I will later.

[Lilith]

As I thought..

Lilith had indeed assumed Terra already knew the things involving her. Her Family, and 'The Family'. It was already public knowledge about her previous relationships anyhow, so that hadn't needed rooting out. It was indeed unsettling to know things about her past had been divulged without her wanting, but at the moment that was not her primary concern. No, she was here for a reason. And she wanted information that Katja had failed to get. At least in one very personal matter. Lilith softly lets that famous Cheshire grin scrawl across her face as her gaze snake up and meet that of Terra's.

It is somewhat public knowledge... and I'm sure, completely, known, to you...

About my history with Gianni. The details of the more personal aspects of that are not the things I wish you to focus on at the moment Mister Terra...

I will deal with those in time on my own. No.. there are indeed many things I do not know about Miss Gianni... and since it IS my goal to... well...

Lilith smiles widely as the waiter breaks the moment by showing up with the pairs drinks. Lilith forces another amicable smile at the waiter before he takes his leave. She reaches across the table and picks up her glass. Slowly she stares at the liquid circling in the glass. And the ice cubes residing within their glass container. She slowly plucks one of the ice cubes from her drink, popping it into her mouth. She slithers it around with her tongue before cracking down through it with a loud SNAP with her teeth. She spits out a broken fragment of the cube before taking a sip of the Whiskey. Slowly letting it shiver it's way down her body. Jesus. Lilith's head shakes for a moment in a slight twitch before she exhales heavily.

.. I plan to own Miss Gianni. She is quite the beauty isn't she Mister Terra?.. I collect beautiful things. People are no different. Alexis was indeed quite the attraction piece. Amber is... indeed capable of being considered 'beautiful' and 'gorgeous'. That, coupled with our... history..

And I simply.. must, add her to my 'collection'. She is simply 'divine'... and as someone who wishes to be the next 'God';

I think she fits me just fine.. don't you?

Another wide grin places itself firmly upon her face. The slightly scary and disturbing part of what Lilith was saying, is she meant it. She believed it. She would live it. She would have it.
It's already been decided. By the only person who's opinion on the situation, matters;

'God's'

Lilith's.

Not to mention the lines between Hatred and Lust are slim enough these days, why waste energy trying to differentiate them yes? I figure I may as well fulfill both of them at the same time. I will punish Amber for what she did to me...
.. To my life.

Lilith's fingertips cringe around the rim of her glass firmly. Her jaw tenses up before she snaps her gaze away. No matter how much she was able to wash over the memories with potential future ones and fantasies involving the 'Amberness' in her mind... the original reason of the entire antagonism... it always floods back. Right to the surface. Lilith huffs out in anger before taking a large gulp of the Whiskey. Her jaw and neck twitching again with the swallowing of the liquid.

.... The entire reason, I came into this company. Was Amber Gianni.
No belts. No titles of glory. No fame resounding through out the years. No Hall of Fame runs. None of that. There are 'four', approximately 'four' reasons I joined XWA.

Number one; Amber
Number two; Gianni

Number three; Hayley
Number four; Jonas

Very simple list. Amber is my primary concern. I wish to learn more things about the little 'Crown Jewel' of the company, Mister Terra. I already know the basics of her public face. Of her run in companies, her fame from Ohio, from here in New York. Obviously, I did not come here to speak with you about the semantics of one's 'public mask' Mister Terra...

.....

You already know what I want. I want information. I -WANT-, Amber Gianni. This is not a request of something that is monetary. I do not want 'power' or 'fame' through your name and how it strikes confusion fear and anger into those who... haven't even met you.

I want, Amber Gianni. And I firmly believe, you have the capability to give me the information I seek. If I didn't..

Lilith raises her glass slowly, slamming the rest of the Whiskey in one shot, her teeth closing around the last ice cube. Her throat and jaw shiver once more before she crushes the final block of ice. Letting the pieces scatter away from her glass and into the fray around her hand. She finishes chewing on the solid ice before that Cheshire grin creeps and crawls it's way back across her face.

... I wouldn't have wasted my...

Nor your, time.. Mister Terra.

The only question, is not of if you HAVE the information, or the ability to obtain it as you eluded too. No.. it is what form of 'payment' will be taken from me. All things come at a price. And something tells me you're one of those Men who value your own reign of power above having to extort sex as a favor Mister Terra. I somewhat doubt you find yourself lacking in that particular department. So....

'What is it you want?'.

Lilith intentionally places a upward inflection on the question. Knowing full well the irony of the magnitude of such a question to anyone in any seat of authority or power. The broadest question a human could be asked. 'What is it you want?'. What indeed..

What indeed.

[Tyson Terra]

Terra took a swig of his glass, letting the heavier than water liquid fall down his throat in cold torrents. He clears his throat and sets the glass down on the table in front of them. Amber Gianni? The history between Lilith and her, as has been documented, he was well aware of.

For obvious reasons however, she didn't sit very high on his priority list. She wasn't a threat, nor a resource. One of those rare individuals that he he could simply "let be" without repercussion.

What do I want? The payment will have to match the service. It's going to be something of a trouble for me to focus attention on someone who I don't see as a threat to my means or ends.

So without giving you any specifics, and seeing the obvious desire to obtain this information you want so badly, the cost...is going to be a high one.

He takes another sip of his whiskey, allowing a few moments for Lilith to decide if what she wanted was worth potentially making a "deal with a devil".

[Lilith]

She is by no means a 'threat' to anybody, Mister Terra. This is not a situation in which I desire the information because she is a lethal foe or deadly enemy...

I want the information, because I want HER. In all of the embodiment of who she is, what she represents and who she has yet to become. It is a 'want'. And a 'need'. So yes, for me this is quite a personal request...

... I'm sure you wouldn't take advantage of that now would you Mister Terra?

Lilith laughs under her breath at the pointless filler of a 'question'. Of course he would. She would. Most people with any intelligence above the level of a Dog would. There were... few, few... FEW people in this industry Lilith has ever EVER 'owed'. As a matter of fact, she could count them on LESS than a full hand of digits. It seemed...

Terra was going to be added, to that very select list.

... I want the information. Regardless of the cost. It doesn't matter to me if the price in monetary or otherwise. I must have Amber. Period.

Lilith slowly sets her glass down on the table before her. She leans back in her seat slowly, inhaling long and hard. It wasn't so much that she didn't enjoy asking for 'help'. It was more, she couldn't stand being in someone's pocket. But she had priorities. Her desires, mixed of Hatred Lust Revenge Dominance and all those encircling them, were stronger than her Pride. And that's saying something. Lilith has a large Ego. But there are times in one's life, where you must strike your priorities in line. One by one. And Amber was the fixture of the entire list. The main reason she was even here. She would obtain her goal.

No matter the cost.

I assume you will get back to me relatively soon in terms of the 'Price' to be paid yes? Or is it like 'Him' you'll wait for me to Die before collecting my 'Soul' hmm?

A short smirk. She couldn't help it. it seemed everyone and their mother were referring too Terra as 'The Devil'. Lilith found it quite amusing. The situation in and of itself.

'The Devil'

&

'The God'

sitting together in a V.I.P lounge filled with little more than what you'd consider 'Elements of Sin' all around. Everywhere you looked. You know, it was God's job to keep those things in check. But frankly...

Lilith hadn't been 'sworn in' yet now had she? Humanity was on it's own for the time being.

... Or are you going to give me an 'Apple' to chew on as a indication of our little arrangement?

[Tyson Terra]

An apple? Haha...I would hope that women have grown smarter than "the first" was. She did after all condemn her gender to a certain "sickness" as result.

He laughs, but his laugh...was not jovial. Terra wasn't the person who laughed because he found anything humorous. Only amusing. And women...were certainly amusing creatures. True indeed, he had no shortage of them, but each one of them shared the same emotional complexities. No matter how "prettier" they likened themselves to another, below the dainty skin and feminine wares, they were all the same. Women...were far more more malicious & territorial than men could ever be.

Strangely ironic, since the first murderer was a man. The first soldiers were men. Men created swords. Guns. Bombs. But these weapons were all made with a purpose, and used for that purpose. A woman would use them for no purpose at all but to destroy any of her "kind" she deemed an enemy. Or a threat.

I have to beg to differ with you on one thing though, Ms. Creighton. You say she's not a threat to you, but the very mention of her name ignites a fire in your eyes that's hot enough to rival the flames of hell itself.

He lifts his glass again. Takes another sip.

Deny it all you want, but she is a threat...to you. She threatens your very sanity. You want to do...whatever you want to do to her. Your mind, body and soul isn't going to be at peace until that happens, and if it doesn't well...whatever torment she's caused to you will just double. Triple even.

He sets his glass down. Tyson smirks now.

That Ms. Creighton, is a threat if ever I've seen one.

The smirk becomes a sly laugh again. Yes, this was very amusing. It couldn't be more a primal, visceral desire that seemed to fuel Lilith.

But I will see what my sources can find out for you...and then we'll see about a "payment arrangement". I have a liaison who will be joining you in the Diamond Division. In fact...she's been there for a year or two, one of the more obscure talents who's stayed in the "background". I've got some plans for her as well.

I'll arrange for her to meet with you. You are staying at 1 Penn Plaza, correct?

[Lilith]

The 'First' Woman, was 'Lilith' Mister Terra...

... 'Eve', was the one who fucked it up.

So you see, I'm just living up to my namesakes' ambition.

She lowers her head for a moment, running her fingertips along the edge of her forehead. A liaison? Something about that concerned Lilith to NO end. But she was not exactly in a position where she had a 'choice' now was she? Her eyebrows sharply grate up. 'Joining you in the Diamond division'. Now there are many many ways someone could interpret that statement. Lilith slowly uncrosses her legs. She rises from her seat, a hand on her hip as she stares with a sideways cocked gaze.

... A 'liaison' is it..

.. Hm. I assume you have far more than 'liaisons' planted within the roster on both sides Mister Terra... but I won't look a Gift-Devil in the mouth.

A small smirk curls itself upon her lips. She slowly sways past the table, her fingertips running along the edge of the table as she passes by. Interesting. Very interesting. She slowly places herself next to Terra's position. She turns her head slowly, bemused with that Cheshire grin.

... Was that a question? Have you decided to toy with me now Mister Terra... I'm sure you already know EXACTLY where I'm staying in The Plaza...

... Should I start changing the access code daily..
Or have you already found a way around that little problem, Mister Terra?

She leans in for a moment, staring up at his face before stepping back just as quickly. Something gave Lilith the impression the code to her door was more than likely the LEAST of her potential worries when it came to security and Mister Terra. She giggles somewhat under her breath before slowly shaking her head from side to side. She purses her lips and runs her fingertips over them once before turning away, staring at some of the action through the pane glass window of the V.I.P's back wall.

.... Or should I be more cautious and wear more than just my undershirt and panties in the evening from now on?

She laughs at the question. For a couple reasons. One, she found it amusing. Two, she thought it was an actual possibility, but more importantly... if Terra did indeed have the access and information he claimed he did?...

Someone was operating underneath Blackheart's nose, and doing a better job of it than she herself was.
That. THAT, made Lilith laugh most of all. Her already pre-disposed hatred for Carmella was enough of an annoyance. But if someone actually, in any shape or form, had more power than she did? Ohhhhhhh, Lilith was a fan. She slowly walks to the glass, placing her right hand on it. Her gaze fixated solely on the patrons on the other side and a floor down below the V.I.P lounge. A soft sigh.

.... I'm not going to have to fight with your little liaison am I, Mister Terra? Don't get me wrong I enjoy violence... when done right. But as of late all of these... annoying little insects I've had to swat at through keystrokes and the dreaded 'CAPS LOCK' has grown me somewhat weary of pointless and useless stupidity resulting in 'violence'.

[Tyson Terra]

While I understand your heightened level of cautiousness, you won't need to be too concerned about her intentions. She's very loyal to my causes. You can consider her to be the conduit for our "business relationship". Think of her as...my equivalent to young Katja, that's her name, correct?

Obsession? That was the only real word that could describe Lilith's apparent desire to destroy her enemy. So much of a desire that...though it wasn't spoken in the most direct tone...she was, and was aware of it acutely, now within Terra's growing "window of influence" as the result.

It would be a challenge to find "something" about this particular person though. Amber Gianni in fact, lived a very public life and was fairly content in it. But everyone...everyone...has something to hide.

She'll be stopping by to meet with you tonight. May as well get acquainted as soon as you can. And by the way, we are consenting adults. I don't think I'd need to "acquire" an access code for that which you're suggesting, now would I?

Ah yes, add to the pot some "not so" innocent flirtation. Just to make things that much more interesting. He wasn't the type of person to take advantage of the situation in "that" way...but he had a feeling that if he did, she probably wouldn't have objected.

[Lilith]

Now that...

Lilith pushes away from the pane of glass. Slowly making her way over to Terra. She outstretches her left arm, her index finger along with it. Just inches away from Terra's chest. She 'runs' her finger down the air between it's tip and Tyson's body. Down. Down. Down. Stop. She snaps her gaze upward, a large grin on her face behind her 'inflamed' eyes on the subject of Amber.

... Entirely, depends on two things, Mister Terra.

Your 'Price'...

And the information, you present to me.

She quickly snaps her left arm back, slowly cracking each of her fingers in place. History was built on Sex & Violence. All things were conduits of them. All things flowed from them, and would eventually lead back to them. War. Battle. Alliances. Betrayal. Poverty. Famine. Death. Time.

It all circled around Sex & Violence.

Lilith knew this. Lilith abused this. Lilith was GOOD at this. If any woman... or man, for that matter. Denied the existence of abusing Sex & Violence. They were either lying...

... Or simply bad at it.

... Do be a dear, Mister Terra... and tell your associate to bring a 'homecoming' present for me yes? I believe it would be best for the two of us to get off on the right foot. I'd hate...

... To have an incident occur, because neither of us were showing one another proper protocols of respect... yes?

She passes by Terra slowly. That infamous sway of her million dollar plus insured hips carrying her along as she does so. She stops at his side, gazing up at him while her tongue ever so slightly dances and crawls along the bottom of her lip. She 'sucks it in' just as quickly and lets out a hearty laugh before blowing him a 'kiss'. 'Her' kiss. 'The' kiss she'd become so very famous for. She passes by. Making her way to the entrance of the V.I.P lounge. Lilith was quite interested in seeing what Terra would manage to dig up. She had high hopes for this.

She believed firmly that she WOULD obtain her goals. The cost? The cost was irrelevant. How can you put a price on something that was 'Priceless'? It's like trying to put a price tag on 'The Declaration of Independence'. Sure, Lilith thought that particular document was full of little more than lies and hidden agendas. But you get the reference. As her hips and thighs carry her along, she stops one final time at the entrance. Turning back. She slowly pulls her sunglasses from her blouse. Sliding them up over her ears and the bridge of her nose. Her enchanted like Cheshire grin almost seemingly illuminated in this 'night' like environment of the V.I.P lounge.

... I do hope your associate is an attractive one, Mister Terra....

....

I don't work with ugly people.

A small laugh leaves her lightly crimson painted lips as she throws out a small wave of her wrist. Slowly strolling back through the V.I.P entrance. Lilith was indeed, looking forward to this. Oh yes.... oh yes. To say her fixation on Amber was an 'Obsession' was a simple understatement. She was starting to 'Live & Breathe' Amber Gianni. But good things come to those who wait. It would be painstaking...

... Oh... so.. painstaking..

But Lilith had some modicum of patience in the wait, being well worth it. But for now? It seemed she was going to be having a house-guest of sorts. Hopefully wherever Katja went, she had already returned by now. If Lilith HERSELF was left the task of tidying up her suite? She'd have to fire Katja and call for a room service maid to do it.

As if LILITH did manual labor. Please.

She slowly makes her way from the Club as a whole. Giving the valet her ticket in order to reclaim her oh so beloved Audi R8. Tonight was just beginning. Funny how so many things have 'Begun' on Sundays through out history....

Good times.